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Richard Jackson

Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends, the daylight stars we never get to see? Bad luck never takes a vacation, my friend once wrote. It lies there among the broken shells and stones we collect, a story he would… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Nancy Sullivan

The world is always ending: day succumbs to stingy night. Sleep travels in a pill. Vietnam splinters in the East. Bathwater cools, stomachs sag. The ears harbor static. The eye hoards cataract. Who denies the essential flaw? Every poem fails. — Nancy Sullivan, from “eclipse 1—what happened” of “Eclipses,” The Treasury of American Poetry, ed.… Continue reading Nancy Sullivan

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William Stafford

Closing the book, I find I have left my head inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound, words adjusting themselves to their meaning. Long passages open at successive pages. An echo, continuous from the title onward, hums behind me. From in here the world… Continue reading William Stafford

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Mary Oliver

All summer they are red and pink and white tents of softness and nectar, which wafts and hangs everywhere–a sweetness so palpable and excessive that, before it, I’m struck, I’m taken, I’m conquered; I’m washed into it, as though it was a river, full of dreaming and idleness–I drop to the sand, I can’t move;… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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